 What? Tons. Tons, gas, and oil. Sandwiches, ice cream, soda, candy. A half mile. One half mile. Ah, Mim, it's all right. We'll get gas and get on the phone. There's got to be state police, and we'll sit tight until they find us. Oh, darling, I've got such terrible thoughts about you, but you know how I really feel, don't you? And I love you. I love you, Mim.